Hinata pulled a small bag of nuts off the counter, setting it neatly in her basket. Fukkou, hair now cut neatly above his ears, clutched her dress in his small hands watching as Shoukin, violet hair spiky and untamed, dared to venture a bit further away from her. Sasuke stood, impatiently, at the front of the store, Koukai with his short pony tail standing beside him silently. While his brothers had developed a normal vocal communication, Koukai had yet to say a single word. In fact the only remembered sound was his cry of defiance when he was born.
Shoukin giggled, racing an imaginary opponent down the aisles, ignoring Hinata's calls and Fukkou's command for him to listen to their mother. Fukkou truly worshiped Hinata, she was the one he came to for all his needs, Sasuke wasn't even necessary in the family as far as he cared. Koukin was the opposite, he adored his Father, Hinata had simply become his caretaker while Sasuke was the parent and role model. Shoukin didn't have a favorite, he loved them both, but he would be just fine if it was only him and his brothers.
His back slid against the wall, Shoukin whimpered as he brought a hand to his head, sucking in air. A large women glared down at him, her vibrant green eyes making him cringe as she sneered at the Uchiha symbol on the front of his shirt.
"So you're one of the traitorous bastard's son?" Her mouth twisted into a nasty smirk as Shoukin's mouth fell open, he didn't understand all of the words, but simply by her tone it was obvious she didn't like his father. Hinata quickly rounded the corner, gasping as she watched the women begin to yell profanities at the small child, Shoukin staring dumbly at her.
"What kind of women are you?" Clutching Fukkou tightly, Hinata strode over to Shoukin, placing herself between him and the angered women. Fukkou wiggled out of his mother's hold and knelt down beside his older brother, simply watching as Shoukin began to sob.
Shoukin, Fukkou, and Koukai sat quietly in their room, their parents lecture still fresh in their minds. As gently as possible, Hinata explained that their father was not well liked in the village, and many people would want to hurt them because they were Uchihas. Standing by the window, Sasuke refused to look at them when they shuffled off to bed, fist clenched tightly as he stared out the glass.
"Hey guys," Fukkou mumbled, laying sprawled out on his bed, staring up at the wooden fan. "Do you think everyone's going to be like that lady?"
"No way Kou-chan," Shoukin sat up quickly, his spiky bangs slapping his face, "Momma said that there were some people that liked Father, so that mean's they'll like us too, right Kai-mugon?" Koukai simply nodded sharply, not looking up from his puzzle on the floor. He had heard Grandfather Hisashi call Koukai that once, and the name stuck. Fukkou stared at his brothers, eyes downcast. Shoukin's face glowed as his face filled with a plan, "But how about this, you don't have to care anyone else thinks because I'll always like you, and so will Kai-mugon, and Father, mother, Uncle Naruto, and Aunt Sakura, and Aunt Hanabi, and Uncle Neji. And even if they stop liking us it's ok, because we'll still like each other."
"Promise?" Fukkou stuck out his pinky, and his brothers added theirs. So at the age of five the Uchiha brother's made a promise, they would always like one another.
Wow I was freaking out because I only had five words to spare. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be, because I'm used to adding detail and such, so it's kind of weird. The only reason this chapter is more than 600 words is because of this little note here, so NO Devin I didn't go over my limit! Oh and Mugon means "no words" because Koukai doesn't talk.